| A few weeks ago I decided to ease back on my social life a bit. I've been out and about at least once every weekend for months now, and my calendars booked up till Christmas. I thought a few quiet weekends might be good for the soul (and the bank balance, and the liver!).
So I wasn't going to attend Laura's birthday bash last week, and I pulled out of attending the Transpocalypse tranny/blogger event which Becky arranged this weekend.
But in the end I went to Laura's birthday, as I've known her for years and I just couldn’t let her down. And my plans for this weekend also went out the window. I hadn't originally realised that it was my friend Emma's leaving do on Friday. Now this I just had to attend as Emma and Todd are heading off around the world in a few weeks. I'll really miss them as they've become the closest of friends.
Emma's party started at Two2Much which is fast becoming my favourite club in London, and ended up in the not-so-early hours of Saturday morning back at her flat. The night also acted as an impromptu reunion of many of the New York gang which was just great. And I must say I was really surprised and flattered at the number of them that have had a look at this site since they got back! :)
I had a wonderful night, especially as Vanessa and Jaala who I'd met briefly after the Madonna gig last week also came along. A good time was definitely had by all, and I guess we were all pretty wasted by the end (I know I must have been given the photos I've seen of me pole dancing – god help us!)
Now my plan for Saturday was to leave London and head back North. But I was having such a wonderful time that I kept putting off my departure and some how managed to miss the last train.
You know when you first meet someone and you really, really want to make a good impression? Might I suggest that The Thing Not To Do is arrive on their doorstep late at night and ask them to put you up. :(
I felt like such a stupid cow. But thankfully they were really wonderful and quite understanding about it.
The end result was that I was out again on Saturday, which would have been fab as I was in a really amazing venue with lovely company, apart from the fact that (a) I felt I was rather intruding, and (b) I was incredibly exhausted and felt dead on my feet. I still had a nice time, but was so glad to finally crash.
And my quiet weekend continued on Sunday as I popped back to see Emma and Todd on my way home and was promptly whisked off to a fund raiser for the Elton John AIDS Foundation in rather swanky Kensington. Given I hadn't planned on going out, I once again had to improvise an outfit and felt it was rather ironic that I was wearing my cheapest high street tatt amongst the glamorous and the glitzy at the most pretentious do I've ever been to. And since I was looking and feeling rather grim, this of course was the night that a magazine photographer wanted a piccie of me. :(
It was a huge contrast to the two previous nights but it was a fun experience, even though I was still totally shattered. And I bumped into some more people from the New York trip which was lovely. And of course it was all for a good cause, especially as World AIDS Day is nearly upon us. After that it was time to change into something more clubby before heading off to DTPM in the early hours of Monday morning. Thankfully, for the first time in two days I actually started to come around a bit, and was more like my usual self by the end of the night.
So there you go, so much for my "quiet" weekend. I think I'll have to start going out again, as a few more quiet weekends like this will bloody kill me! |
